She Who Must Be Obeyed @ Cotillion
informs that this past Wednesday, while I was letting other things be the focus of my life, the world was supposedly celebrating International Women's Day. Had I but known we had a whole day to honor us, I'd have taken the entire day to stand before a mirror and thank all the powers that be for my grand womanhood (assuming the mirror could withstand the stress).
Really, it isn't a bad thing to be a woman, today -- especially in this country. We're actually credited with some brains (sometimes even more credit than we're worthy of, like when we campaign for Hillary or Nancy Pelosi). We have the opportunity to run our own businesses, own property, choose whom to wed (or not, if that is our preference), consult our own choice of experts on law, medicine, and myriad other occasional necessities. We are afforded the choice of whether or not to become mothers, and, if we choose so, then the choice is usually ours as to whether we will be working an outside job while child-rearing.
It's kinda nice, actually. Even us nuts get respect.
I doubt, however, that the men who created our one great whalloping day of self-celebration give a rat's patootie about women, as a whole, in real life. Somehow, this single day of "respect" feels more like a sop. If they really cared about women, they'd have skipped the "wow aren't you special" day in favor of actually doing something about societies which encourage forced marriages for girls, female genital mutilation, the spread of AIDS, mandatory wearing of burqas, and about so many other real issues women of this world face every day.
So, I wish a belated warm fuzzy to all women, in honor of International Women's Day, and maybe by this time next year (or some not-too-distant date) we will be able to say honestly that it's a worthwhile thing to remember.